The Fire (Love in O'Leary #4)

by May Archer

“It’s like negative space,” he persisted. “In a painting. Sometimes, the negative space highlights the subject. Sometimes it is the subject.”

He tasted of sweetness, and spice, and something that was innately Jamie, both brand new and achingly familiar.

Jamie and Parker. Parker and Jamie. Forever and ever, amen.

“Because I love you. Because I have loved you forever. Because it’s never been right with anyone else. And it never will be.”

Especially when he wrapped his arms around my chest from behind and whispered in my ear, “I love you too, Jamie. I always have.”

Parker stood in the middle of the room and turned in a slow circle. He let out a low, keening moan. “You Hulk-smashed our kitchen?”

Sometimes bad shit had to happen to lead you to even better things farther down the road.